(Season 7)

Warning, this chapter is rated T.

I don't own Bones.

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After Brennan gave birth to their daughter, Booth seemed to increase his romantic gestures towards her. Sometimes she'd find a small gift-wrapped box sitting on her desk at work or under her pillow on their bed at home. They weren't extravagant gifts by any stretch of the imagination, but they told her that her partner was thinking of her and he had thought she might be interested in the gift. The presents had ranged from a small bottle of perfume, a bottle of Scotch, a book on Navajo pottery, a tiny porcelain puppy, a book "The Mound Builders of Ancient North America" to her favorite gift, a Bakelite necklace he had found in an antique store. According to the note placed in the box, the light blue beads matched her eyes and Booth thought she'd like it.

He had made romantic gestures before Christine was born, but he seemed determined to outdo himself now that their baby was in their lives and that made her worry. She had never been a romantic person. She missed a lot of social cues when she interacted with people she didn't know, but her record wasn't much better with people she did know. It took years of working with Booth to understand his body language and to be able to read him, but even now she knew she missed things.

She was worried about why he was being so romantic. Was he trying to over compensate for something? What that could be she didn't know since he was usually upfront about what he was thinking. He did have a sneaky side to him, but she was used to that too. He claimed she was also sneaky, so she supposed that was common amongst couples and friends. Still, his attentiveness was a little exuberant and she wondered why.

"Booth is buying me small gifts." Brennan stared at her friend over her coffee cup. They were taking a coffee break in the upstairs break room and Angela seemed to be the right person to confide in. "They aren't expensive gifts, but he is being extravagant in his attention towards me."

Intrigued, Angela placed her coffee cup down on the table and leaned forward. "What kind of gifts? Sexy underwear? Role playing costumes?"

"No, nothing like that . . . a couple of books, a bottle of perfume, a necklace . . . they are nice gifts, but I wonder why he is giving them to me. Do you think it's possible he is losing interest in me since I haven't been able to regain my former figure? My breasts are bigger and so are my hips."

Amused, Angela laughed. "Ha! I doubt that. He loves you, Brennan he's just showing you that he does, that's all. You know he's nuts about you and Christine and he wants you to see that . . . He's just a romantic kind of a guy like Hodgins. After Michael Vincent was born, Jack bought me a lot of presents too. His was a little more expensive, but he is worth a lot more money than Booth is. I think it must be a guy thing or maybe it's just what romantic guys do. I thought it was very nice especially since it was unexpected."

"I'm not romantic." There, she had said it. Her biggest worry about her relationship was that she didn't show Booth just what he meant to her. "I don't know how to be romantic and I think Booth might get tired of that someday."

"Oh Honey, Booth is not going to get tired of you." Angela placed her hand over her friend's hand. "He knows who you are and he doesn't care about stuff like that." She saw that she hadn't helped Brennan and her mind raced with ideas. "Look, why don't you do something romantic for Booth. I'll help you."

Uncertain, Brennan stared at her friend. "I don't know . . . if I were to do that, I'd like to try to do it by myself. It would be cheating if you helped me. The romantic gesture would be misleading if the gesture didn't come from me.."

She patted Brennan's hand. "Yeah, that's true. Why don't you think about it? I'm sure you can think of something. All those chick flicks we used to watch together before you became friendly with Booth . . . I'm sure something in those movies seemed romantic to you. Just think about it and you'll be alright. He'll love anything you think of, believe me."

"Yes, I could use something from one of those movies . . . you know most of those movies were maudlin." She didn't notice the annoyed look on her friend's face. "I much prefer the movies that Booth likes to watch. At least the story line in those movies have a plot."

"Um, well to each his own." Angela sighed. Brennan wasn't very girly, but she was a mature woman who knew what she liked and what was wrong with that? "You did like 'You've Got Mail'.

Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, that was interesting. It's a remake of 'The Shop Around the Corner'. My mother loved old movies and we used to watch them on television before she abandoned me."

Angela flinched. That had come out of left field, but she knew that her friend was still bitter that her parents had abandoned her to Foster Care. "You miss your mother since you had Christine . . . I never knew my mother, but I do think of what might have been if she hadn't died having me. When Michael Vincent was born I so wanted her to be there to hold my baby . . . well, we have to live the life we were given. You have Booth and Max and I have Jack and Dad . . . we aren't completely alone and of course we have our beautiful babies."

"Yes, they are beautiful children." Brennan had studied her baby and knew that it was too early to tell who she would favor, but she felt that her child seemed to be a mix of both her and Booth. Only time would tell her if that was true. "I'll try to think of something romantic to do for Booth. He deserves for me to at least make a gesture."

"Good for you." Angela released her friend's hand and sipped her cooling coffee. "Take pictures."

Feeling a little annoyed at the thought of her friend asking her to invade Booth's privacy, Brennan shook her head. "No Angela."

"Spoil sport."

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Brennan planned out her romantic moment as she would one of her novels. She outlined what she hoped would happen, did some research and felt confident that she had chosen the right plan. She would pick a weekend and arrange for Christine to stay with Angela and Hodgins until Sunday afternoon. She wanted an uninterrupted Saturday with her lover and she hoped it played out like she planned it.

On her chosen Saturday, Booth volunteered to do the shopping while Brennan did the laundry. They usually traded off those jobs and Booth looked forward to the shopping trip. When Brennan did the shopping, she came back with 'healthy' food and Booth knew that meant no Oreos or chips and salsa. He made sure to buy at least two weeks worth of 'junk' food to tide him over for the healthy food invasion. He loved Brennan, but her constant campaign to get him to eat healthier was a pain in the ass.

Shopping complete, he swung by a Baskin Robbins and bought a quart of chocolate almond ice cream and quart of coconut ice cream. While he was at it, he bought a scoop of Pralines 'n Cream on a waffle cone. He really loved ice cream and since Brennan loved it too, at least he didn't have to be deprived of the cold confection.

Once he was home, he unloaded the bags into the kitchen and placed everything where it belonged. Brennan liked an orderly cabinet and she had a system that she had written on pages taped to the inside of each cabinet door. When they had moved into the house, Booth had discovered that Brennan was serious about her system, so to keep the peace he had gone along with it. He knew she meant well and she couldn't help it if she found chaos to be disturbing. It was just a Brennan thing.

After he accomplished his mission, he searched the house for Brennan and found signs of her in their bedroom. The lights were off in the room and there were lit candles resting on the dressers. Surprised, he found a note he could barely read in the dim light laying on the bed. "I'm waiting for you in the bathroom."

Wary of what was going on and yet a little excited, he opened the bathroom door and found it too was dimly lit and illuminated with lit candles bordering the large bathtub and on the sink. A gentle splash and Booth's eyes were drawn to a naked Brennan sitting in the tub. "Um, this is nice . . . do you want company?"

She nodded her head and leaned back against the tub. "Of course . . . you will have to divest yourself of your clothing first." She laughed. The thought of Booth entering the tub in his clothes somehow seemed funny.

His eyes twinkling, Booth removed his shoes and then his clothes. He didn't know what had got into Brennan, but he liked it. He liked it very much. "Where's Christine?"

Brennan turned to face Booth. Her eyes raking over her lover's well-formed body. "She is at Angela's house. We don't have to go and get her until tomorrow afternoon."

Moving over to the bathtub, Booth motioned his lover to move forward and slipped into the tub behind her. Once he was in the warm water, he pulled her against his body. "This is an interesting way to spend Saturday . . . It's romantic Bones. I like it."

As she snuggled against his chest, Brennan placed her hands on his thighs. "I'm glad you think so . . . I know I'm not very romantic Booth . . . I hope I'm doing this right."

His moved his hands so they cupped her breasts and leaned over to kiss her neck. "Um, seems right to me . . . very romantic Bones." As he kissed her neck he heard her sigh. "Hey, there is no right or wrong way to be romantic. You do what comes naturally to you and it will be fine . . . okay?"

"Yes, I think so." She loved the feel of his hands on her body. She felt so loved and she knew that he would enjoy what was to come next. "I have planned out what I think we should do this afternoon and I thought sex in the tub would be a good starting place."

He moved his hand down her sides towards her legs. "You're brilliant, Bones. Just brilliant . . . and romantic." He knew she was trying to show him how romantic she could be and he appreciated the effort. He didn't know what had triggered this, but he wasn't going to question it. No indeed.

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I hope you liked it. Just a touch of light porn, but I'm sure no one minded.